Straight Female / 29
My Husband Has Opened Pandora’s Box
Recently, while cooking dinner, my husband walked by me, and as always, spanked my ass. I am usually wearing leggings and today was no different. What was different this time was my reaction. I immediately made a naughty pose and said I was a bad girl at work today daddy. After lunch I played with myself in the warehouse bathroom. Am I in trouble? Do I need real spankings? Finish cooking dinner and we will discuss this he growled.
We eat a normal dinner. As we are cleaning up, he grabs me, bends me over the table, pulls down my legging and proceeds to spank my ass until it is red. The entire time he is holding my head on the dinner table, telling me if I continue this bad behavior, spankings as behavior adjusters will be the norm.
Call me Master when I am adjusting your behavior. Spank after spank incited filthy thoughts in my head and humiliated me like no other time in my life.
Now suck my dick. He pushed me on the floor and shoved his dick into my mouth. No hands! Just your mouth Slut! He basically face fucked me until he came down my throat. Good girl!
He then made me lay on the dinner table and masturbate for him. I could feel the heat burning from my pussy. The wetness amplified by the smell of sexual desire that oozed from my pussy. As I continued, my husband told me not to cum. Keep rubbing, but do not cum. We had edged, but this was inhumane. My pussy was ripe and ready. The longer it went, the harder it was to rub myself.
Ask for permission to cum. What? He said it again, no cumming without my permission, whether it is here or the filthy warehouse bathroom. This sent my pussy somewhere else and I started to cum. As quick as I could I yelled, may I please cum? May I please cum? Address me as Master…May I please cum Master? Yes, you may cum! I gave my clit one rub and it blew up! The cum was violent. It was hard! It was deep. It was immediate. My hips bucked uncontrollably as pulse after pulse let loose from my pussy. As I came down, my husband grabbed my hand and helped me to cum again. The feeling of him making me do it was an out of body experience. His words were filthy and direct. My soul had been taken and all I wanted to do was cum for him.
Cum for me Slut. His hand made my hand force three more cums out of my pussy. The table was covered with my juices as they ran down my asshole. The mess was incredible.
I hope you have learned your lesson. Now clean up.
From that moment, the moment of now clean up, I have been his submissive.
We eat a normal dinner. As we are cleaning up, he grabs me, bends me over the table, pulls down my legging and proceeds to spank my ass until it is red. The entire time he is holding my head on the dinner table, telling me if I continue this bad behavior, spankings as behavior adjusters will be the norm.
Call me Master when I am adjusting your behavior. Spank after spank incited filthy thoughts in my head and humiliated me like no other time in my life.
Now suck my dick. He pushed me on the floor and shoved his dick into my mouth. No hands! Just your mouth Slut! He basically face fucked me until he came down my throat. Good girl!
He then made me lay on the dinner table and masturbate for him. I could feel the heat burning from my pussy. The wetness amplified by the smell of sexual desire that oozed from my pussy. As I continued, my husband told me not to cum. Keep rubbing, but do not cum. We had edged, but this was inhumane. My pussy was ripe and ready. The longer it went, the harder it was to rub myself.
Ask for permission to cum. What? He said it again, no cumming without my permission, whether it is here or the filthy warehouse bathroom. This sent my pussy somewhere else and I started to cum. As quick as I could I yelled, may I please cum? May I please cum? Address me as Master…May I please cum Master? Yes, you may cum! I gave my clit one rub and it blew up! The cum was violent. It was hard! It was deep. It was immediate. My hips bucked uncontrollably as pulse after pulse let loose from my pussy. As I came down, my husband grabbed my hand and helped me to cum again. The feeling of him making me do it was an out of body experience. His words were filthy and direct. My soul had been taken and all I wanted to do was cum for him.
Cum for me Slut. His hand made my hand force three more cums out of my pussy. The table was covered with my juices as they ran down my asshole. The mess was incredible.
I hope you have learned your lesson. Now clean up.
From that moment, the moment of now clean up, I have been his submissive.
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